Drowning.
Thats the way i like it.
Swallow, and swallow, and swallow.
Drink after drink
The number you get, the better you feel.
Once the giggles come out, anything is possible.
From stiff as a stick to dancing like the leaves in trees when its windy,
From glum as a snail to happy as a dog,
All from the help of the magic potion.

Look at you   all pantsy Fants and dah Dee la
Itching your teeth  drying your eyes   Wiring Some Cash
       and clicking your camara
                        a baby aimed for the world at large
                                   reformed gormless
                             and clean for fresh intelligence

Look at you   all lancing the breeze and cancer free
Bewitching the trials of your enemies  
financed and careering
a duchess with ease
on the leash of some tremendous villainy

If there is no peace, you have lost.

The beauty of paper flowers
They never wither

The tragedy of paper flowers
They always remember

Your gentle hands could do no harm
But they could let go

A paper flower never wilted

Even worse

It was discarded

Repentance is more than a one time event

It is beyond all of the words that you have spent

It begins at one time , matures and continues to grow

Repentance is a process
that has a beginning
without an ending to go

it’s the gaping hole that never truly closes  
the gasping in the silence of the night  
awakened by the ache that comes  
as sudden and swift  
as the piercing cry of wails that rose  
when the man in white  
turned up at the door and painted the day  
the colour of nothing

I Hate You.















There, I said it.